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01:59I'm going to read a poem written by his father in the trenches.
02:05Would you like to come forward?
02:06This is a poem by my father, Reginald Sanford.
02:17He served with the Tindits and he told me he wrote this poem in a place called Imkul and Kohima.
02:26Tell them of us, the place we all call home, is something near and near.
02:37Of peace and rest, contentment, away from toil and fear.
02:47Such is my little homestead beneath tall forest pines, where bird and beast's sweet-smelling flowers are found in these confines.
03:00Truly the heart of old England, famed for oak and ash.
03:07The folk you meet, the scenes you see, greet you like a flash.
03:14But that's not all you find there.
03:18Two rivers blend their way, famous for its horseshoe bends, the salmon, leeks and spray.
03:27A kindly welcome greet you on every village green, where young and old, strong and weak, find happiness supreme.
03:38It surely is contentment about this home I write.
03:44Someday perhaps you'll find it, when the world is rid of blight.
03:51Until then remember, of home, you must agree, is just the thing we're fighting for.
03:59So fight, fight on for liberty.
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